Being born an "Army Brat", Erika Ashby has been residing in Oklahoma the last 10 years finally putting an end to the nomad tendencies she had grown accustomed to. She's a happy and slightly crazy mother of four. She has an insane passion for music and embraces her Inner Groupie any chance she has. It wasn't until the age of 29 that she realized she also had a hidden passion for reading; before then she claimed to have hated it. Six months after unlocking that deep desire she never knew she held, she turned the key to another chapter of her life which has become the desire to write. And the rest is still history in the making.

A.E. lives in Vacationland with her husband and two children. Between her real job and writing she finds little time to enjoy life's finer things. However in the free time she does manage to steal, she enjoys spending time with friends and family, and reading. A.E. is the author of Kismet and A Series of Imperfections: Imperfectly Perfect, Imperfectly Real, and Imperfectly Bad. She is currently writing her fifth book, Working Girl.

Watch the Wrath unfold! Clubs. Mafia. Drugs. Murder. And the man they
all know as Scarface, will leave you guessing in

book one of this brand new series...

~
Synopsis ~

Eloped at the age of eighteen. Separated at the age of
eighteen. Disappeared at the age of eighteen. This is what happened to Calla
Greer. Her perfect life was shattered on her wedding day when she caught her
husband Cain with another woman just hours after they said I do. With her heart
broken, she moves across the border to Windsor, Canada to get away from the
nightmare she stumbled upon. Hell bent on going to college and fulfilling her
dream of becoming a lawyer.

After six long years of still being married, Calla returns
to Detroit to have Cain sign divorce papers.

Only Cain has changed.

He’s bitter, angry and for a good reason.

At least that’s what he’s been telling himself for the
past six years.

Cain Bexley had fifteen minutes to destroy his marriage to
protect the woman he loved. He did the
only thing he could think of to make her leave. He jumped in bed with a woman.
Life at home was a lie. Lives were at risk.

People are not who they seem.

Not even Cain’s dad or Calla’s parents are who they say
they are. When Calla shows up begging for a divorce. He shows her exactly who
he is and no way in hell will he sign those papers.

What happens when six years later she returns? The only
woman he has loved. A woman who has changed herself! When all the lies surface
will she be able to forgive everyone she has trusted in her life or will Calla
turn to the man who destroyed her?

~ Excerpt ~

My brain finally catches up with the fact I’m naked in
front of Cain for the first time in six years. I sit up in a rush of water and
bring my knees to my chest, resting my chin on top of them.

“You... you shouldn’t be in here.”

“You wouldn’t answer me,” he says exasperatedly.

“Well, no shit. My head was underwater. That still doesn’t
give you the right to just walk in here.”

“When you don’t answer me when I’m standing right outside
of a wide open door, not to mention the fact this is my house... well, then I
think I have every fucking right. Don’t you?”

“No, I don’t. You could have just peeked in and seen I was
fine and waited. Was this some kind of ploy for you to get me right where you
wanted me? Are you so afraid that the minute you turn your back on me I will up
and try to leave? Are you going to watch my every move? Or did you have an
ulterior motive in suggesting I shower, just so I could strip down naked and
you could make damn sure I didn’t go anywhere? So tell me what the hell it is,
because this back and forth, hot and cold game you’ve started is really starting
to piss me the hell off!”

I glare up at him, not quite able to read his eyes.

What I do know is that the sexual tension between the two
of us is so strong, it’s working triple overtime. There’s only one tiny little
obstacle in our way... and that would be our past. The fact that I can’t trust
him. He broke every bit of it the same day he broke my heart. One of us needs
to give in, take charge so we can just fuck and move on.

The question every
parent dreads hearing has finally fallen from the lips of six year old Ava
Banks, the curious, precocious little girl that readers fell in love with in
Ignite. Jeremy and Sierra, normally blunt as can be, struggle to find the right
words to answer her. So instead, they rewind sixteen years to that one fateful
day where a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven inevitably led to life-long romance
filled with laughter, love, and many, many mishaps along the way.

Falling in love with your best friend? It's the
most incredible thing in the world. But when a love comes so easily, will it
truly be able to last? When the world comes crashing down around you, can even
the strongest relationship withstand great tragedy?

Stay tuned for lots of laughs, teenage
awkwardness, a few tears, and most of all, mullets. Because what good love
story doesn't do business in the front, and party in the back?

Tears glistened as she
let out a disbelieving laugh. “And that’s the problem. You still see me as
dirty eight-year-old playing Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. The girl who played
kickball, skinning her knees, and spitting into your hand. Which is okay. I’m not
the girly-girl wearing skirts and worrying about having perfect makeup. I don’t
flirt or act ladylike. At least, not to you. That’s not how we are. That’s not
how we’ll ever be. I’m finally realizing that.”

I wanted to tell her that she was wrong. That I didn’t see
her as an eight-year-old girl. That, even though I’d been a blind fool, my eyes
had finally opened. I wanted to wax poetic about her long, beautiful hair and
how much I loved running my fingers through it while watching our favorite
shows. How the beautiful blue of her eyes was my favorite color and, if Crayola
could capture it in a crayon, I’d buy every single box until I had a lifetime
supply. And her lips. God, I wanted to profess how, ever since that day in
biology, her lips had had me transfixed and I wanted nothing more than a taste.
I hadn’t cared that there was dead frog cut open and splayed out on the table.
The way she’d sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, gasping and cursing as
she’d drawn blood, had thrown all my disgust over the frog out the window. All
I could see was her. All I wanted was her.

I wanted to tell her all of that.

But I didn’t, and I would regret it for the rest of the
summer.

“Sierra—” I began to protest, but she cut me off, giving me
a warm, watery smile.

“It’s fine, Jeremy. I promise. I have no problem being the
Tod to your Copper. Or the Joey to your Dawson. That’s who I am.” She hesitated
for a moment. “That’s who I’ll always be. You’re my best friend, Jeremy. It’s
okay that you don’t see my boobs. Hell, it’s probably better that way.”

My stomach plummeted, and if I was man enough to admit it,
my eyes burned with an unexpected rush of tears. I stepped out of the sight so
she couldn’t see me. She misinterpreted the move, but before I could find a
single ounce of courage, she was waving goodbye and running into her house,
leaving me there to watch her go.

Something I never wanted to do again.

It wasn’t until after Sierra had left for Ohio and I’d had a
chance to reflect on her words that I realized what she’d said. Dawson and
Joey, as of right then, weren’t even speaking. Copper and Tod had gone their
separate ways, and even though their friendship remained, they were still apart
for the rest of their lives.

I didn’t want to be Copper anymore. I sure as hell didn’t
want to be Dawson.

But it was too late. I’d lost my chance. I’d missed my
window. Sierra was gone, and there was nothing I could do about it.

Tessa is a twenty something book junkie who is also obsessed with sports. She works for the government during the day, hangs out with Air National Guard on the weekends, and has been married to her own book boyfriend for nine years. If she's not writing or looking through tons of photos of hot men, all in the name of research, then you can probably find her curled up with my Kindle, ignoring the rest of the world.

Thursday, October 29, 2015

Release Day Blitz & Giveaway

Stronger With HerbyJ.A. Hensley

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: November 1, 2015

~ Synopsis ~

Stephanie’s
life has been on auto pilot for years. Growing up a child prodigy with a
troubled family does that to a woman. Her job as a computer tech just
reinforces her invisibility. She wants to be seen, to be noticed, and her
solution is working part-time as a dancer. What she wants more than anything
else, is to be known.

James
suffered a tragic loss four years ago and has since kept his focus on work.
He’s built Owens Ammunition from the ground up to be a very successful company.
When his buddy makes him attend a birthday party, he’s forced to go outside his
comfort zone. That’s when he sees her on stage and his world shifts on its
axis.

One night,
one dance, one fateful meeting that changes two lives forever. Will he find
that he’s stronger with her?

“Now coming to the main stage
is The Shady Sprocket’s very own Vixen!” Paul turns around, practically jumping
out of his seat to get closer to the stage. I shake my head and sit back down,
effectively moving as far away from the stage as possible. If Paul’s excitement
is any indication of how this girl is, my bladder will have to wait so I can
watch him make an ass of himself.

All the lights dim as the
spotlight focuses on the curtains at the back of the stage. The opening chords
of Def Leppard’s “Pour Some Sugar On Me” are blaring through the speakers, and
I roll my eyes at the cliché song. Every stripper uses this one at some point.
The curtains open and this tiny woman wearing platform heels, a black leather
halter top and the tiniest skirt with zippers up both sides that barely covers
her ass slinks out from backstage.

To be fair, everyone is tiny
compared to me but she can’t be taller than five and a half feet without her
stripper shoes. Walking slowly and seductively up the stage, looking at the men
like she wants to eat them, she stops at the pole, leans her back against it
and slides down to the floor. She humps the floor a couple times, bounces up to
her feet, reaches behind and pulls herself up the pole. She spins around slowly
and as she does she slides down, ending in the splits. This routine continues
for the duration of the song. All the while, men are throwing money at the
stage and vying for her attention while she takes her clothes off, leaving her
in just heels and the tiniest black thong on earth.

Just as the song reaches the
bridge, she looks directly at me. I find that I can’t look away, like there’s
something holding my gaze to hers.

With long black hair, sparkling
blue eyes, and plump red lips begging to be kissed, she’s beautiful. There’s no
denying it, but it’s something else. I watch her on the stage, twirling on the
pole and she looks . . . happy. Most of the women in here look bored like
they’re trying to imagine themselves anywhere else. This woman, however, is
smiling and enjoying herself; showing off her gorgeous tits as she hangs upside
down, sliding toward the stage slowly. My friends have been dragging me here
for years, and I’ve never seen anything like it. Obviously, neither have the
rest of these men who are going crazy. I can’t believe the sight in front of me
of grown men practically crawling over each other to get closer to the stage.

The bouncers must hate this. My
friends are in the thick of the crowd, and I shake my head. Being over six
five, I don’t have any problem watching the show from where I am. Def Leppard
continues to blare out of the speakers, and she moves perfectly with the music.
She’s really good and she knows it, teasing and wiggling just enough to keep
the dollar bills floating to the stage. Why have I never seen her before and
why can’t I take my eyes off her? I feel like I’m under some sort of spell,
drawn in by a force I can’t explain but not wanting to fight it at all. It’s
not lust; it’s something else.

She smiles and winks at me just
before spinning one more time to land on the floor in the splits as the music
comes to an end to the loudest cheers I’ve ever heard in here. This girl knows
what she’s doing.

The volume of the crowd is
deafening as they chant, “Vixen! Vixen!” It takes two men to help her pick up
all the money on the stage but she walks slowly around the stage lifting the
bills and giving everyone a little bit more attention. I follow her every move,
unable to look away. When she finally makes her way backstage, the spell is
broken, and I feel like a part of me is missing. What the fuck is that about? I throw back the shot that has
apparently been waiting for me and shake my head to clear it.

J.A. Hensley's debut novel, Wedding Dreams, was
named an Amazon Erotica Best Seller. She loves smut of all kinds and is a
reader first. J.A. is constantly working on a new project, whether it's
writing or working in her craft room. She lives in the Midwest with her
husband and daughter, and spends her days teaching college students about social
work and human sexuality.

Welcome to
Storm, Texas, where passion runs hot, desire runs deep, and secrets have the
power to destroy...Nestled among
rolling hills and painted with vibrant wildflowers, the bucolic town of Storm,
Texas, seems like nothing short of perfection. But there are secrets beneath
the facade. Dark secrets. Powerful secrets. The kind that can destroy lives and
tear families apart. The kind that can cut through a town like a tempest,
leaving jealousy and destruction in its wake, along with shattered hopes and
broken dreams. All it takes is one little thing to shatter that polish. Reading
like an on-going drama in the tradition of classic day and night-time soap
operas like Dallas, Dynasty, and All My Children, Rising Storm is full of
scandal, deceit, romance, passion, and secrets. With 1001 Dark Nights as the
“producer,” Julie Kenner and Dee Davis use a television model with each week
building on the last to create a storyline that fulfills the promise of a
drama-filled soap opera. Joining Kenner and Davis in the “writer’s room” is an
incredible group of New York Times bestselling authors such as Lexi Blake,
Elisabeth Naughton, Jennifer Probst, Larissa Ione, Rebecca Zanetti and Lisa
Mondello who have brought their vision of Storm to life. A serial soap opera
containing eight episodes in season one, the season premiere of Rising Storm,
TEMPEST RISING, debuted September 24thwith each subsequent episode releasing
consecutively this fall.So get ready. The storm is coming.

~ Synopsis ~

Secrets, Sex and Scandals …

Welcome to Storm, Texas, where passion runs hot, desire runs deep, and secrets have the power to destroy… Get ready. The storm is coming.

Marisol Moreno has spent her youth taking care of her younger
siblings. Now, with her sister, Ginny, in crisis, and her brother in the throes
of his first real relationship, she doesn’t have time for anything else.
Especially not the overtures of the incredibly compelling Patrick Murphy.

New York
Times Bestselling author Rebecca
Zanetti is the author of over twenty-five dark paranormals, romantic suspense,
and contemporary romances, and her books have appeared multiple times on
the USA Today, NY Times, Amazon, Barnes
and Noble, and iBooks bestseller lists. She lives in the
wilds of the Pacific Northwest with her own Alpha hero, two kids, a couple of
dogs, a crazy cat…and a huge extended family. She believes strongly in luck,
karma, and working her butt off…and she thinks one of the best things about
being an author, unlike the lawyer she used to be, is that she can let the
crazy out. Her current series are: The Scorpius Syndrome, The Dark Protectors,
The Realm Enforcers, The Maverick Montana Cowboys, and the Sin Brothers series.